Hamilton one-shots

Maria Reynolds × female!reader

TW: Sex
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You met her as you were walking home, your gloved hands shoved into your coat. Trembling from the cold, you yearned for a warm blanket and a crackling fire. As you turned a sharp corner, you saw a woman standing at the end of the pathway, illuminated by the silver glow of the moon. She wore a gown of red cloth, standing out against the black background. Her hands were tucked behind her back as she swayed from one foot to another, her head tipped back. She had painted her lips a deep shade of crimson, and you had a moment where you thought how wonderful it would feel to have those lips staining your skin. She turned as you approached, and she smiled.

“Hello, ma’am,” she purred.

You stepped closer, inhaling the luscious perfume that billowed off of her. She smelled absolutely delightful, and you yearned to touch her.

She stepped closer to you, her hips swaying with each step she took. Peering at you from beneath her thick eyelashes, she blushed and chewed on her lip. Your heart was beginning to race at the thoughts that blurred through your mind, each and every one of them more scandalous than the last.

“It seems I’ve lost my way home, and my mother always told me it wasn’t safe to walk around at night, especially being a woman,” she said, batting her eyelashes up at you.

You knew what she was doing, but you were enjoying every bit of it. The way she blushed, the flutter of her eyelashes, and the beautiful curve of her lips. She tilted her head and glanced at the ground, acting as an innocent woman.

“My home is just around the corner. I wouldn’t feel right letting you walk around the streets alone, so you can come with me…?” You paused, realizing you didn’t know her name.

“Maria Reynolds,” she said.

“Maria. I’m Y/N.” Her name sounded so sweet on your tongue, and you never wished to forget it. You stretched your arm out and smiled. “Shall we?”

You’d barely made it into your home before her hands were on you, her red lips pressed against yours. Stumbling over your shoes, you slammed the door shut and led her away from the windows, your hands on her hips. Your nails dug into your skin, and she whimpered into your mouth, her fingers tangled in your hair.

“Down the hall and into the first door on your right,” you said.

She nodded and broke away from you, her lipstick smeared slightly. Grabbing your hand, she led you down the hall, your eyes on your rear. God, she was truly beautiful, a goddess walking among men. You barely registered that the two of you were in your bedroom before her lips were on yours once more. You quickly removed her from her dress, feeling the fabric puddle around your feet. She pressed into you, her body warm and soft against your own. You removed every stitch of clothing from her body until she was completely naked in your arms.

“You are far too overdressed,” she whispered against your lips.

“Why don’t you change that, Miss Reynolds?” You said, a cheeky grin tugging at the corners of your mouth.

Smirking, she shed the clothes you wore until nothing masked your bodies. She glanced at you as she lowered her mouth to your breast, her tongue sweeping across your nipple. You moaned, your hands weaving through her hair. She pushed you toward the bed, shoving you onto the mattress. The innocence had left her eyes, replaced by a burning desire that made your heart skip. She leaned down and flattened her palms against the bed, straddling your hips. She delicately ran her fingers along your stomach, watching your face as she scooted down, and she pressed her lips to your thigh. Maria kept her eyes on you as she pressed open-mouthed kisses on your skin, leaving behind red marks against your thigh. Your legs spread on instinct as she licked her lips, moving her face between your thighs. A breathless moan fluttered past your mouth as she dipped her tongue between your folds, stroking your clit with her delicate fingers.

You were a panting mess beneath her, your legs quivering and your mouth open. Your chest was heaving as you struggled to catch your breath, the blankets bunched up in your hands. Crying out, you prayed your neighbors couldn’t hear you.

You felt her fingers as they entered you, curling to touch each crevice in your body. You were burning up, far too hot to be healthy, but you didn’t dare ask her to stop. You were sure your heart would burst from your chest when she hit that spot inside of you that made you see stars. Moaning, you felt your toes curl as pleasure consumed each of your nerves, and you whimpered when she pulled her hand back.

She was smiling down at you, her lipstick shining, and you blushed at the sight of her. You decided to take action, and you hooked an arm around her waist, pinning her to the mattress. Laughter sounded from her lips, but it quickly turned into a moan when you sucked on her nipple, your fingers dancing between her legs. You had her calling out your name as she writhed beneath you, her red lips parted as she moaned. Moving away from her breast, you captured her in a kiss as you teased her, loving how she moved and squirmed.

“Please,” she whispered, breathless and panting.

Grinning, you moved between her legs and began to taste her, your hands clutching her hips to keep her in place. God, this had to be a dream. There was no way this could actually be happening to you, but it was. You could feel her thighs pressing against your head as you devoured her; you could hear her moans as they filled the room. You felt her hand in your hair as she screamed, her entire body going still for just a moment. You moved away as she relaxed, her eyes closed.

You weren’t quite so sure what time it happened to be when you opened your eyes, Maria Reynolds pressed into your side. She was dragging her fingers along your body, a sleepy smile teasing the corners of her mouth. Her eyes flicked to you when she saw that you were awake, and she sat up, pressing a kiss to your mouth.

“Morning,” you said against her lips.

Maria leaned back and swept a hand through her hair, staring down at you.

“I should probably be going,” she whispered, her eyes sad. She began to climb from the bed before you seized her around her stomach, yanking her to the mattress. Laughter reverberated throughout the space as you pinned her down, shaking your head.

“No. You’re not going away, Maria,” you said, “And I’m not going to throw you out.”

She smiled at you, her cheeks pink.